But not if he had to work in it.

Wagner was always dealing in immensities--a machine-shop would have put a majestic lump in so grand a gizzard as that.
There is a mystery about pianos, it seems.

Sometimes they have to be "sent away." That is how some people speak of the penitentiary.
"Sent away" is a euphuism for "sent to prison." But pianos are not sent to prison, and they are not sent to the tuner--the tuner is sent to them.

Why are pianos "sent away"-- and where?
Sometimes a glorious day shines into the most ordinary and useless life.

Happiness and beauty come caroling out of the air into the gloomy house of that life as if some stray angel just happened to perch on the roof-tree, resting and singing.